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The World

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Anger · Death · Fear · Solitude · Time · Work

In a wave of probability They will poseIn the echo chamber of translation They will laughIn some peripheral vectorThey will standTogether in perfect dark orBlinding lightBound to the law of averages Guided by the genius of the crowdThey wait with eyes like teethA smile like a daggerAnd weapons like timeHateful, hollow, heartlessThey are the world

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